And through timeless words and priceless pictures / We'll fly like birds not of this earth / And tides they turn and hearts disfigure / But that's no concern when we're wounded together / And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts / But it's nice today, oh the wait was so worth it
Friday, September 16
When I was born, I was probably the last in line when reflexes were being given out.
Twice this morning, I ran my wheely-chair over my left foot. & then, I scraped my arm on an open drawer. & I smashed my toes against the metal leg of the sofa while I was vacuuming.
& I've only been up for an hour & 20 minutes. Sigh.